Monday, October 13, 2008

Can't blame it on the kids

This morning I decided to go for a run so I took my key off my keyring and put it in my pocket, so far so good. Get home, go inside. Later in the morning I had to go to a local HS to finish my mentor training. It went well by the way and looks like I'll start in the next few weeks if all goes to plan - I just have to get my WWCC (working with children check).

I got back from school went to go inside the house and realised I didn't have my house key. Hubby is overseas so I can't drop down to work and get his key. What's a girl to do? I broke in. I'm not going to share how I did it, let's just say it required a small amount of force and I didn't break anything. Anyone out there thinking of breaking into our house we do have an alarm and I use it - so don't.

Anyway it comes time to go out to pick up The Boy from kinder and I remembered I needed to get the key but I couldn't remember where I left it, so I ran around the house frantically searching - of course I didn't have heaps of time to look.

Then I thought maybe it's in my trackie daks, but they're in the washing machine which is currently in the middle of the rinse cycle. So I get it to stop wait for the door lock to go off and start pulling out clothes, but I get to the bottom and no key. So now I've got a pile of wet clothes, times ticking away and I've still got no keys.

I pile the washing back in, started the rinse cycle again and rush off to do a more thorough search of the house. The third search of our dining room table (don't ask) yields the house key, but of course by this time I've forgotten where I put the car keys. More frantic searching then I remember they're on top of the washing machine, grab them and rush out to the car.

Unfortunately I had no kids home throughout this whole saga to blame it on - it's all me.